IN REMEMBERANCE OF
MARY JANE WEAVER
June 23, 1941 - July 9, 2003

HOLIDAY SORROW

I entered into town one day
a special gift for one to seek,
I met a young man working there
who caused my very soul to weep.

The store was full of shoppers
and this gift I could not find,
So I hailed a young man working there
describing what I had in mind.

He didn't know this item,
or it's story, so you see.
This is the reason for my stress
and why his answers sadden me.

Now as he quickly walked away
he made me realize you see,
how much we've let him down!
Forgive us Lord, I thought right then,
and wondered if there's more around?

Who do not know the reason
why we celebrate this way,
With Bethlehem and stable,
and Jesus Christ on the hay.

The gift I sought, the manger scene,
these things I did describe.
He said he did not know them,
and my blood ran cold inside.

While standing there I thought about
this land in which we live,
That on this day we celebrate
this greatest gift that God did give.

With tensil hanging all around,
with bears, and bells, and angeles wings,
With love, and joy, and gifts abound,
we now forget to tell these things...

So as you watch your children grow
this gift be sure to give,
The knowledge that a child was born
this day, that we might live!

So as you wait for Santa Claus
with light now lit upon your tree,
Remember too, God's only son
was born this day for you and me.

A star that shine so bold and bright,
a manger scene one cold, dark night,
To point the way for us you see,
to live and grow old gracefully.

Now as we live in this fine land
where strength and gifts abound,
As we go through our hurried pace
please stop and look around,

Remember why we celebrate today
with love, and joy, and peace this way,
And how they named this special day...

Christmas!

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